You Are Too Beautiful - Hawksley Workman

I walked through the airport alone

I looked at my phone 'cause it keeps me company

I called you as I hired the car

To ask you how far is it there from you to me And I wrote directions on the back of an old magazine

But you are too beautiful to be in bed with me Yeah, you are too beautiful to be in bed with me If you could see the thoughts I see

If you could see my faults, baby, you’d agree

I write this so lovingly on an old girlfriend’s guitar that she wants me to return

On the 12th floor, you took off your clothes, New York in the snow

And our bodies left to burn

Soft and to revel at the sun

Pierce the moments of spring

'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me Yeah, you are too beautiful to be in bed with me If you could see the thoughts I see

If you could see my faults, baby, you’d agree

If you could see the thoughts I see

If you could see my faults

If you could see my faults, baby, then you’d agree

'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me

'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me If you could see the thoughts I see

If you could see my faults

If you could see the face I see

If you could see my face

If you could see my face